Tang Dynasty: A Guide to Avoiding Pitfalls for Li Er at the Start

Chapter 215 Is this all the son of Changsun Wuji is good for?
Li Shentong understood perfectly what Li Shimin meant.

He just couldn't believe that Wen He could actually build a large ship that could withstand wind and waves.

He didn't know that, in fact, even Li Shimin himself couldn't be sure.

Because Wen He had never mentioned it to him, except that she had mentioned it when she was teaching Li Chengqian, such as pointed-bottom boats, triangular sailboats and sextants.

He had questioned Yan Liben, but did not say that it was Wen He's idea.

After reading it, Yan Liben said that these were nonsense.

Li Shimin also found it unbelievable. How could a ship with a pointed bottom be stabilized?
But these were things Wen He had said, which is why he wanted Li Shentong to give it a try.

If we fail, the royal family will also suffer the loss, but they will hate us even more.

If he succeeds, the imperial family will have no more complaints against him, and his prestige within the imperial family will surpass that of his father, the emperor.

This is not something that can be obtained simply through force.

Perhaps in the future, Li Shimin will be able to deter the imperial clan from taking any action based on his various achievements.

But that's him in the future, not now.

“Chengfan is on good terms with him; we can have him inquire about this matter,” Li Shimin advised.

Upon hearing this, Li Shentong bowed to Li Shimin and said, "This old minister understands."

"Hehe, alright, official business is over. I called you here today to enjoy tea. By the way, that brat Wen He has come up with a new game called chess. We happen to have some free time today, how about you and I play it for a bit?"

Li Shentong understood that this was Li Shimin's way of trying to get closer to him, so he naturally wouldn't refuse and nodded in agreement.

at the same time.

Pingkang Square.

In her previous life, Wen He had heard of this being the number one entertainment venue in the Tang Dynasty.

The best taverns, teahouses, and sex industry in Chang'an, the capital of the country, were all gathered in this small Pingkangfang.

Here you can meet most of the powerful and influential people in Chang'an.

Only two types of people are allowed to enter this place: the powerful and wealthy, and those who make a living here.

If you stand on the street and pick up a brick and throw it, out of ten people you hit, nine of them will either have a noble title or be from a prominent family.

In short, without a distinguished status, one cannot even step through the gate to come here.

In broad daylight, colorful gauze floats on the ornately decorated pavilions along the street, accompanied by ethereal music carried on the breeze.

Faintly visible atop the small building, graceful dance moves could be seen.

"You're open so early?"

In his memory, weren't these brothels only open at night?
It's only early morning, and you're already so graceful. Isn't that a bit indecent?

Well, he forgot that there was a curfew in the Tang Dynasty.

If these places are not open during the day, they cannot open at night either.

"Hehe, little kid, you've never been here before, have you?"

Seeing Wen He standing there in a daze, Li Daozong gently nudged him.

Wen He snapped out of her daze and didn't take it to heart.

In his past life, he had a mobile phone and a computer; he had seen everything.

He could recite the names of those Japanese teachers by heart, such as Mr. Si and Mr. Feng.

Can an ancient person like Li Daozong be compared to him?

"There happens to be a poetry gathering today. Didn't I tell you before about a singing girl? She's famous throughout Chang'an. Even I rarely get to see her."

Li Daozong's longing expression made Wen He think he was just a simp.

"What's so special about it? It's just putting on a show of virtue; it's called scarcity marketing."

This method became all too common in later generations.

Aren't all female live streamers like that?

Unfortunately, while their top fantasist was indulging in fantasies, they were lying in another man's arms, whimpering.

"You seem to know a lot about this?" Li Daozong asked with a suspicious look.

Wen He paused for a moment, then put on a childlike expression, scratching her head and laughing, "No, I don't know anything."

But Li Daozong didn't believe it at all.

The two traveled in the carriage for a while longer and suddenly arrived in front of an incredibly luxurious pavilion.

This small building is located in the bustling city streets, where the black tiles, white walls, and vermilion railings complement each other beautifully.

Colorful banners hang from the eaves, bearing the words "Wangchun Tower". When the wind blows the banners, the gilded characters shimmer and flicker in the sunlight.

The carved lattice windows on the second floor of the pavilion are half open and half closed. The window lattices are carved with lotus and mandarin duck patterns. The exquisite details show that the craftsmen used mother-of-pearl to inlay the windows, which reflects the light in a shimmering way. From a distance, it looks like a delicate painted boat floating in the midst of a bustling crowd.

Before even approaching the Wangchun Tower, one can already hear the sounds of string and wind instruments.

The pipa's tremolos fell like pearls on a jade plate, the erhu's melody was melodious and graceful, occasionally interspersed with the rhythm of drums and clappers, all blending together with the cheers of the audience and the cries of vendors.

The area in front of the pavilion was bustling with activity. Porters, scholars, and merchants all stopped here. Under the fluttering banners, actors dressed in red and green performed on the stage, their flowing sleeves dancing. The lyrics drifted on the wind to the streets, attracting passersby to look up and gaze.

"It seems the poetry gathering has already begun."

Li Daozong was captivated by the lyrics.

Looking at his infatuated expression, Wen He suddenly had the feeling that he too had been possessed by someone else.

As soon as the two arrived at the entrance, a servant came to greet them. Li Daozong was already a regular customer here, and the servant recognized him at a glance.

"I have met Mr. Li."

"Yes, take these two to the spot where we were before." Li Daozong said, then took out a brocade pouch and tossed it over.

The servant quickly took it, but he was somewhat worried.

"Young Master Li, the Class A shop has already been booked today. How about Class B?" The servant said, swallowing hard. He didn't even dare to accept the brocade pouch, still holding it in his hand.

Li Daozong frowned, about to get angry, when Wen He gently patted his arm from behind.

"There's no need to be so serious, just go to the B-class section."

It would be a waste of time to bother a servant with such a trivial matter.

This isn't some kind of satisfying revenge story. Are we supposed to make that top-tier guest come out and apologize to Li Daozong?

"You little brat, alright, alright. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you."

Li Daozong snorted and then ordered his servant to lead the way.

Located on the second floor, the space in the middle is open, and from their position, they can see the stage in the center.

The graceful dancers danced.

Beside him, five beautiful young women, dressed in flamboyant attire and holding various musical instruments, waited for the two of them.

"After this poem is sung, let the musicians below sing this poem, and let the musicians sing the lyrics in the style of Yuefu music."

As soon as Li Daozong sat down, he took out a scroll.

"only."

The servant dared not refuse and took the lyrics from his hands.

"You even write poetry?"

Wen He looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Could this scoundrel have come just to show off his poem?

Li Daozong did not reply, but instead gave a mysterious smile.

Upon seeing this, Wen He immediately sensed something was amiss.

Suddenly, the music inside the building stopped.

The musician, who had changed the tune, had only just played the intro.

But right now!
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

On the third floor not far away, a young man with a fierce look on his face shouted a curse.

"Why isn't it a poem by Lord Changsun? Who gave you permission to play a Yuefu tune!"

Wen He was taken aback.

Lord Changsun?

The musicians below hesitated, glancing at each other, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Those who can sit in seats A and B are all either rich or noble.

None of these musicians dared to offend them.

Just then, a beautifully dressed, alluring woman hurriedly came out.

"Oh dear, honored guest, please don't be annoyed. I will continue to have the singing. Today's expenses for Young Master Changsun will all be recorded by me."

Clearly, this woman must be the manager of Wangchun Tower.

That is, what is known as a madam.

"It was someone who said they wanted to change it. Does this Wangchun Tower only allow the recitation of your poems?"

Suddenly, a cold shout came from Unit B.

The young man on the third floor was taken aback. Just as he was about to speak, a boy walked up behind him.

"I am Changsun Chong. May I ask who you are?"

"Heh, what, trying to intimidate me with your status? Is this all the son of Changsun Wuji is capable of?" Li Daozong sneered disdainfully.

Through the screen, the third-floor occupants couldn't see his and Wen He's faces clearly.

But these sarcastic remarks made Changsun Chong, who was upstairs, dare not make any rash moves.

In Chang'an, anyone who dares to address him by his father's full name is definitely not an ordinary person.

He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Since you have poetry to your name, you must be a talented person. Just now I was listening to a piece of music, which was a folk song. How about I compete with you in composing poetry?"

"Pfft, hahaha."

A burst of laughter came from the person in the "B" position.

Li Daozong laughed loudly: "With your literary talent just now, do you think you're worthy of comparing with the poem I had them recite?"

Upstairs, Changsun Chong clenched his fists, suppressing his anger as he asked.

"Oh, may I ask what the name of your work is?"

"This poem is titled 'Hu Wuren'..." Li Daozong said smugly, but before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud shout from beside him.

"I'll fuck you, uncle!"

(End of this chapter)